Amazon knows too much.

As I scrolled down Amazon this morning, something caught my eye.

No, not Lady Gaga's scary face or the "7 Weeks to 50 Pull-Ups" book (kindle edition, no less), but the row of Corn Nuts under the category "Related to Items You've Viewed". How did Amazon know that I stood in the aisle for 30 minutes yesterday trying to figure out which flavor I wanted? This internet thing is getting kind of weird. Like ex-boyfriend who knows your favorite flavor of corn nuts weird. 

Motherhood?

Besides accidentally cursing in front of my 5 year old nephew, I've found a new reason why I'm not yet ready to be a mom. File this under Reason #437 Why I Am Not Ready to be a Mom

There was a baby outside of our house that cried for about an hour. Turns out that baby was really a cat.

From what I can tell, there are two problems with this: 1) I can't tell the difference between baby's cry and cat's cry. 2) Even when I thought it was a baby, I didn't check to see why there was a baby outside of our house.

Two strikes against mommyhood for this girl and maybe a strike against being a compassionate human being as well. Also, don't leave a baby on our porch. I'm allergic to cats, so I won't open the door.

I might be a tad bit obsessed...

...with this guy. 88% of the photos on my phone are of him. (other 6% food, 6% my dog) Good thing he married me or that would be creepy.